Barren, like a wasteland. That is what kept going through my head when I looked at Gods’ Trees, once adorned with green leafs and colorful flowers. Each tree a bit different with their own embelleshment. Like a gallery of natures clothing. I felt like the once brilliant had now torn off harshly into winters’ demise. I wondered what pockets the birds would hide in? How they could live, protect their young? For the dresses had been torn off to a mere skeleton that I assumed would hinder any possiblity of help. At first the branches looked to me as just that, a skeleton. Dead. Each branch a bone of what once was. Then, something caught my eye, and I was elated, mistified to realize how very wrong I was. How Terribly wrong. Yes the trees stood there naked, yes…. but any the less strong without their coat of clothed armor? No! ~Instead free, exposed to the world as what is. They were done with that years costume and wanted to feel the snow, the wind, the life, on their naked, yet strong, and very much alive branches. They were not skeletons at all, in fact in this picture one of the miracles I see is this tree, naked in self, protecting and holding a birds young. the bird was keen to me. ( notice the nest). It put its very prized possesion in the branches of what I once thought dead. Smart was the bird who knew the miracle before I…….& soon the tree will choose another dress to adorn herself with. More for the eyes of the ignorant to believe it is any stronger clothed. The miracle of life is laying in this tree and throughout each branch!..I thank God for this realization!!